Twins in Her Womb: Sir President, Please be Gentle by Heap Heap

Chapter 3190 Give Him A Quick One Gerald's face was bruised and swollen. His body was wrapped in bandages, and there was even a cast on one of his legs.

"Do you think he can handle the mission like this?" Phil asked Amur.

"We can, but he can't," replied Amur as he looked at Gerald's condition. The thought of taking revenge for Luca immediately dissipated.

It was not within the scope of his mission.

Normally, he would not bother dealing with someone like this. It was not worth it.

"Why don't you give him a quick one and then take care of those other two?" Phil suggested that since Gerald could not carry out the mission anyway, it would be better to give him a swift end.

It would save the hassle of coming back and forth and the risk of exposure.

"No!" Gerald understood Phil's implication. He knew this was his last chance to survive.

He wanted to delay the mission at first. He even entertained the idea of not having to deal with Jacob himself. However, Gerald did not expect Abel to send Amur and even have him clean up the mess...

Gerald knew what it meant.

If he failed the mission, Amur would dispose of all three of them.

Therefore, Amur would not help during his mission.

Gerald was in despair, but driven by his survival instinct, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Abel's instructions. He wanted to live! Amur looked at Gerald and asked, "Are you sure you want to carry out the mission?" "Yes! I want to live!" When Gerald answered, he accidentally touched his wound, causing him to tremble in pain. Amur was puzzled when he saw Gerald like this, but he also caught a glimpse of the shadows of his past on the Island of Despair.

Back then, he was locked in a large iron cage and used as a punching bag. He was also forced to fight, providing entertainment for those who claimed to be skilled.

However, Eler kept him from giving up, even in his weakness. He relied solely on his willpower until Luca took him out.

Previously, he never thought he would have such a day-a day when he would step out of the cage and becsomeone others dared not to provoke.

Amur turned to Phil, who was beside him, and asked, "Is Mr. Shanks still around?" Phil shook his head. "Mr. Shanks went into the mountains. He said he was looking for medicinal herbs." "Did he leave any syringes or medications behind? How can we proceed with the mission like this?" asked Amur. Phil was surprised. If it were him, he would simply take the person to the police station and let Gerald perform. However, Amur's intention now was to find a way to improve Gerald's condition before carrying out the mission. After sthought, he asked, "Do you want to help him?" "Not really. I remember you also cout of an iron cage." Amur vaguely remembered Phil.

He was just like him. They both made it out alive from an iron cage.

His words reminded Phil of the days when he was locked in an iron cage. If it were not for his sheer luck, he would never have gotten out.

He looked at Gerald and snorted disdainfully. "Consider him lucky. Mr.

Shanks left smedication, but he meant to ask if the boss wanted to let Gerald take it or not." Phil walked to a safe, opened it, and took out a vial of medicine. He handed it to Amur. "This medication can temporarily numb the pain in his body, and at the stime, it'll calm both the mind and body.

"Since Boss wants you to team up with him, it's up to you to decide whether to administer this injection to him or not." Amur took it and walked toward Gerald.

Instead of administering the injection to Gerald, he placed the vial on the bedside table. "It's your choice whether to go on like this or to have the injection." "Will it really help?" Gerald suddenly remembered the potion he had taken when he joined the Island of Despair.

It was sold as a tonic, but after drinking it, they were told it was poison. They had to take the antidote every month to survive, or else they would die if they left the organization without it.

Gerald worried that this injection might be similar to the potion he had previously consumed.

"It has side effects, but if your mission isn't completed, the consequence is death," replied Amur, speculating about the side effects.

Shanks had the ability to develop such injections, and adding sside effects was easy.

Unless it was for someone of high rank in the Island of Despair, most auxiliary substances like this would have sside effects.

The moment Gerald realized that his worst outcwas death, he stopped hesitating and nodded. "I'll take the injection." Amur stared at him expressionlessly.

Gerald also looked at him, thinking that maybe he did not hear him clearly, so he repeated, "I'll take the injection." "Okay," replied Amur without moving.

At that moment, Gerald realized that this man would not administer it for him. He had to do it himself.

Gerald clenched his teeth, picked up the syringe, and paused for a moment. Then, he inserted it into his arm, pushing all the medication into his body.

Phil at the door handed him another vial of medication and said, "Take this too. It'll temporarily let you ignore your fractures and other injuries, allowing you to walk normally." Considering he had already injected one vial, Gerald figured what harm could another vial do.

He took it as well.

"How long?" Amur suddenly asked.

Phil answered, "Four hours, which is enough." "Let's go." Amur left the bedroom without looking back.

Gerald gently rose to his feet. For the past few days, even the slightest movement had ment had been excruciatingly NO painful. He expected the pain to continue now, but to his surprise, he felt nothing. Gerald widened his eyes. "It doesn't hurt anymore!" Phil smirked, mocking Gerald's ignorance.

This was Shanks' researched medication. It worked incredibly fast, so not feeling pain was normal. It would be abnormal if there was no immediate effect after drinking it.

Gerald walked to the door and heard Phil say, "You only have one chance. Boss and that man won't give you a second chance. Oh, by the way, you still don't know who that man is, do you?" "Who is he?" Gerald could not help but ask along.

"He has two sisters on the Island of Despair. You've met one of them, the Ο' one you blamed in front of Boss, Ivana. So, watch yourself. If things go south during the mission, your neck will be on the line." Gerald thought of how he tried to shift the blfor the failed mission onto Luca, only to be severely reprimanded by Abel. He could not help but shudder.

Did Amur know about this? If he did, would he not be after his life? Gerald regretted it immediately. If he had known about this arrangement, he would have rather taken all the blhimself earlier, avoiding their retaliation.

"Can I not work with him? I'm afraid he'll killbefore I even get to m execute the missionX® Gerald turned to look at Phil. Phil had been giving him medicine during this time, and now, Gerald saw him as his lifeline. Phil sneered coldly, "You don't have a choice. Besides, he's not that kind of person. If you lose your life, it's because you failed the mission." X